My spirit fell off me; I looked mystery free.
There a day was shown, which wasn't from me.
I asked to my past what's to last be,
replied; smiles, takes you away mile.
I was lone to wait my own
here who no left to pick stone.
Oh! my life where have you been?
All my desires aren't mark-able to be.
I searched the person who is never to be!
Would that who was unwillingly with me.
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